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Cake day: 2023年8月6日

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  • Soft boiled egg, always. I usually have some kimchi, so that, too. Got a bag of nori sheets for sushi, so I cut up some of that as well. Made my own chili oil, and a friend got me some momofuku chili crisp, and I alternate between those two. Always growing some green onion out back, so some of that, too… Sliced ham? Hell yeah. I also keep a jar of pickled carrots shreds, so why not. Thin slivers of red onion, too. Toasted sesame seeds sometimes, just a little, for texture.

    Ramen takes a long time to make at my place, but I got just about whatever you could want.



  • One could not hope for a more pure visualization of “letting go.” We extoll its virtue, but it can be so hard to do. No matter what, there will always be something that we hold on to, until our final breath.

    You gave your friend a great gift that day. I know it was hard, but you should be proud of the compassionate person that you are.




  • Now, to any person who has ever seen an AI image or indeed seen anything in the real world, you’d think it would be obvious that these are fake images. … And yet, other each of this images there are hundreds, sometimes thousands of positive comments. …

    So braindead and stereotypical are these comments that you might think they are themselves AI generated. But, picking a few at random, I checked out their profiles and they seem genuine. … They did also all seem to be active churchgoers but that must be some kind of coincidence…

    Shots fired.






  • Sorry for your loss. Your Abbey looks an awful lot like Kiki, who I lost years ago now, and who had such a profound impact on my life. I found this poem then, and it helped me a lot in getting through that very difficult time.

    Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace. You can help me. You can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is.

    - Oscar Wilde, from The Canterville Ghost